Diablo Cody
But speaking of stripping screenwriters and smart-mouthed, under-aged baby’s mommas, it occurred to me while toweling off, that every so often I fall for the latest artsy fartsy punk rock “It” girl, from your Shannyn Sossamons to your Miranda Julys, I’m totally into Girl Auteurs but the aforementioned Devil Woman—stripper, blogger, author, screenwriter, sardonic media sensation—Diablo Cody takes the punk rock cake. Why?
She’s dead sexy, dangerously intelligent, all too human and like J.T. Leroy, Cody’s constructed a rock star mythology to go with her gonzo presence that gets me every time. A self-proclaimed “radical feminist,” she re-invented her image from Brooke Busey-Hunt, a faceless ad copy drone from the Midwest to Diablo Cody, the self-appointed “Margaret Mead of sex,” an ass kicking, sex addicted, whip smart blogging wunderkind who writes best sellers and Oscar-caliber screenplays in between stripping and being a punk rock girl. What’s not to like?
C’mon Diablo, give me some love, how’d you do it? “Go hard or go home, that’s my motto.” Right on, more please. “Strip clubs are little shame terrariums … I’ve always been interested in the seedy underbelly of society so I wanted to explore it. I say, if I can do it with my drawers down, so much the better.” Diablo, will you marry me?
Who Know? Juno
For those in the know(n’t), in between blogging on her website The Pussy Ranch, Diablo also penned (on a whim, mind you) a fairly amazing script for a new indie release you should all check out (lest you be damned to cinematic hell) called Juno. Directed by Jason Reitman (Thank You for Smoking), and starring Ellen Page and Jason Bateman, Juno is like Knocked Up for girls with a Cody twist and is already generating Oscar buzz for Diablo’s (first) script and Page’s performance. How’s that for living the American dream? In your face hard work and perseverance!
If you don’t go see Juno this holiday season, I’m so coming to your house on Christmas Eve to strip for your grandmother. As for my writing career, if I don’t get an Oscar nomination soon, like Diablo, I’m getting right back on the pole. Now someone hand me that bottle of gold-flecked baby oil … Until next week, this is Poppa Beefcake signing off, be bad and get into trouble baby …* MRF
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